Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Wire,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.